Tuesday, September 21, 2010

“Gold Digger” Verse III

Now I ain’t saying you a gold digger, you got needs
You don’t want a dude to smoke, but he can’t buy weed
You go out to eat, he can’t pay, y’all can’t leave
There’s dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
Now don’t misunderstand me—I’m not calling you a parasite.
You have your own needs, monetary, emotional, and otherwise.
You don’t want a gentleman who smokes,
But he cannot even afford the marijuana to smoke with.
When you two dine at a restaurant, he cannot pay; therefore, you cannot leave.
There are dishes in the back to cleanse;
He now must roll up his shirtsleeves to prepare to cleanse them.
But—while y’all washing, watch him!
He gon’ make it to a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition, baby, look in his eyes
This week he mopping floors, next week it’s the fries
However, while you both are cleansing the dishes, watch your man!
He’ll be able to afford a Benz shortly,
Instead of his lowly Japanese Datsun-brand motorcar.
He has ambition, ladylove—look in his very eyes.
This week he is mopping floors—scullery labor, but next week he will be placing
French-fried potatoes in his restaurant’s deep fryer.
So—stick by his side
I know his dude’s ballin, and yeah, that’s nice
And they gon’ keep callin and tryin, but you stay right, girl
And when you get on, he’ll leave your ass for a white girl
Therefore, remain by his side.
I know his friend is flaunting his recent windfall, a
nd certainly, that’s favorable,
And furthermore, all the neighborhood’s courtiers are going to keep calling you,
Trying to intercourse you, but you stay faithful, missy.
When your beau earns his own formidable income,
He will discard you for a Caucasian roundheel!

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